The side of his lips twitched at the comment, awakening memories he’d long put to rest. He turned away from looking at him as he reached out to pluck the first aid box off of the counter and onto his lap. His demeanor turned dark and he grew silent, unclasping the container in his hold. Removing a couple of bandage wraps and the materials needed to help disinfect his wounds, he inhaled slowly, resetting the smile on his face. He couldn’t let him see he had struck a chord, now could he?
His relationship with his family had always been bad. It’d gotten worse over the years and now he’d lost contact with pretty much everyone – everyone meaning Bianchi. It seemed over the years he hadn’t really changed from that little boy who was betrayed by his father. And, despite how the Tenth had taken him in, Gokudera wasn’t able to forgive and forget. He acted normally around his friends, but, deep inside, he still felt alone. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, of course. He just needed to find that someone who would fill the gap within – and that someone happened to be Rokudo Mukuro.
He’d known right away when they’d met again after all those years in the abandoned factory. Well, alright, almost right away. It was like suddenly something – he couldn’t quite explain it – opened up inside of him and he had to take him with him. He had to bring him back to his home and make him his because that was exactly what he was – his. He’d always been. Honestly, he couldn’t give a solid explanation for why, but a lot of things in the world couldn’t be answered away simply. This was one of them.
“You weren’t obedient,” he placed the box back onto the nightstand, repositioning himself on the mattress to face him better, “Disobedience requires punishment.” His lips curves upward into a pleasant smile as his eyes ran their course along the man’s body. Where should he start? “This is going to sting,” he warned, deciding he’d begin with the burns. As he started the disinfecting process, he continued in a light tone, “Would you like something more to eat after this? I can make any soup you like.”
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Date: 2013-05-18 03:44 am (UTC)His relationship with his family had always been bad. It’d gotten worse over the years and now he’d lost contact with pretty much everyone – everyone meaning Bianchi. It seemed over the years he hadn’t really changed from that little boy who was betrayed by his father. And, despite how the Tenth had taken him in, Gokudera wasn’t able to forgive and forget. He acted normally around his friends, but, deep inside, he still felt alone. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, of course. He just needed to find that someone who would fill the gap within – and that someone happened to be Rokudo Mukuro.
He’d known right away when they’d met again after all those years in the abandoned factory. Well, alright, almost right away. It was like suddenly something – he couldn’t quite explain it – opened up inside of him and he had to take him with him. He had to bring him back to his home and make him his because that was exactly what he was – his. He’d always been. Honestly, he couldn’t give a solid explanation for why, but a lot of things in the world couldn’t be answered away simply. This was one of them.
“You weren’t obedient,” he placed the box back onto the nightstand, repositioning himself on the mattress to face him better, “Disobedience requires punishment.” His lips curves upward into a pleasant smile as his eyes ran their course along the man’s body. Where should he start? “This is going to sting,” he warned, deciding he’d begin with the burns. As he started the disinfecting process, he continued in a light tone, “Would you like something more to eat after this? I can make any soup you like.”